I'm a priest at Hogwarts

After a chaos, all the students present saw clearly what happened. At this time, Hufflepuff's Ernie pointed at Harry with a pale face and shouted loudly: "It was him, he killed Justin." .”

"That's enough, Ernie!" Professor McGonagall said sternly, "Don't jump to conclusions before you investigate the matter clearly."

At this time, Peeves, who was frozen in mid-air, tried his best to see the person standing in front of him clearly. He was afraid that the world would be unstable and shouted loudly: "Oh, Potter, you nuisance, watch what you do." It's a good thing that you killed the student and locked me here. You want to kill people to silence them, but it's not right to kill people to kill ghosts."

"Shut up, Peeves," yelled Professor McGonagall, "Potter, what's going on."

"Professor, I, I used the talisman to immobilize it." At this time, Harry was sweating profusely. He felt like he was going to die, and he had a feeling that even if he jumped into the Yellow River, he wouldn't be able to wash it away.

"I'll do it, Professor." Orlando knew what was going on. He pinched his fingers, and his index finger was a little empty, "The spell is solved."

Peeves, who had regained his freedom, was about to taunt Harry, but when Orlando glared at him, Peeves hurriedly flew away without even daring to let go.

Justin was carried to the hospital ward by Professor Flitwick and Professor Sinister from the Department of Astronomy, but no one seemed to know what to do with Nick, who was almost headless.

In the end, Professor McGonagall conjured a big fan out of thin air, handed it to Ernie, and told him to fan Nick, who was almost headless, up the stairs.Ernie did as he was told, fanning Nick forward like a silent black hovercraft.

"Everyone else should go back to their respective colleges quickly. They are not allowed to move around at will until the school has investigated clearly. The prefects at all levels are responsible for supervising the implementation. Let's disperse." Professor McGonagall signaled the crowd to disperse.

"Follow me, Potter, and you, Orlando," she added then.

Orlando took out his homemade periscope and handed it to Hermione and said, "If there is any unusual movement, take this with you first and run to a crowded place. Do not look directly with your eyes. Remember?"

Although Hermione didn't understand what it meant, she still nodded vigorously out of trust in Orlando, "I understand, you have to be careful too."

On the way, Harry didn't know what fate he would face. He looked at Orlando for help, "It's really not me, Orlando, do you want to believe me?"

"Don't worry Harry, anyone with a clear eye can see that this is a trap, it just happened that you stepped into it."

They turned a corner in silence, and Professor McGonagall stopped in front of a huge, ugly stone monster.

"Cool lemon juice," she said, apparently as a command, and the monster suddenly came to life and leapt to the side, the wall behind it cracking in half.

Although he had been here several times, Orlando still couldn't help but secretly marvel.Behind the wall was a spiral staircase that was moving slowly upward, like an escalator.

Professor McGonagall stepped up first, followed closely by Orlando and Harry. As soon as they stepped on, they heard a rumble from behind and the wall closed again.

They spun higher and higher, higher and higher. Finally, Harry, who felt a little dizzy, saw a shining oak door in front of him, with a brass knocker in the shape of a griffon.

"Professor, can't this spiral staircase be made more comfortable?" Orlando couldn't help complaining. He couldn't understand what the person who originally designed this was thinking.

"There's nothing I can do about it. If you can resurrect the four founders of Hogwarts, maybe they can do it." Professor McGonagall adjusted the frame of the mirror and said a rare humorous remark.

When they reached the top, they stepped up the stone stairs, and Professor McGonagall knocked on a door.The door opened quietly and they entered.There was no one in the room. Professor McGonagall stayed for a while and then left. Before leaving, she asked the two of them to wait here.

Harry was a little distracted at this time, but fortunately he was accompanied by Orlando, which kept his nervous mind from being at a loss. He followed Orlando's gaze and saw that it was a spacious and beautiful circular room, full of all kinds of funny things. Small voice.On the table with slender legs, there were many strange silverwares placed, spinning and spitting out small puffs of smoke.The walls are covered with portraits of old male and female principals, all snoring gently in their respective frames.There was also a huge table in the room with claw-shaped legs.On a shelf behind the table sat a tattered, wrinkled wizard's hat - the Sorting Hat.

Orlando, who had been here several times, was obviously very familiar with this. He walked straight to the door, where an old bird stood on a high gilded perch.

Harry didn't want to be too far away from him, as that seemed unsafe, so he followed him.

"What an ugly bird," Harry blurted out without thinking.

"This is not a bird, Harry," Orlando corrected hastily.

"Not a bird? Is it a turkey?"

Fox, who originally didn't want to get along with these two little brats, immediately became angry after hearing these words. It spread its hairless wings and flew into the air.

"No." Knowing that something was wrong, Orlando grabbed Harry and left the place in a flash.

A bunch of blue-purple flames shot out from Fox's mouth, blowing a big hole in the floor.

"Fox, it's me, Orlando." He didn't dare to stay in one place, so he had no choice but to explain while dragging Harry around, "We have no ill intentions and we didn't mean to offend you."

Seemingly recognizing Orlando, and seeming to have just used magic to speed up its process of nirvana, Fox screamed, turned into a fireball, and then disappeared, leaving only a pile of ashes on the floor that had not been completely extinguished. .

"What happened, Orlando?" Harry, who was still frightened, asked in a low voice, looking at the ashes on the floor.

"The bird you saw just now is Dumbledore's Phoenix Fawkes. Your words offended it, so it attacked us." Orlando was really tired, and he had a lot of experience with Harry's ability to get into trouble. .

Harry touched his nose awkwardly, and looked at the big hole in the ground and Fawkes who was burned to ashes, and became worried again, "What should we do?"

"What should I do? Cold salad, just wait."

At this time, the office door opened, and Dumbledore walked in with a very solemn expression.

"Professor," Harry gasped, and he hurriedly explained with a guilty conscience, "your bird, I mean Fawkes, there was nothing we could do - it suddenly caught fire, and that's what happened."

"It's almost time," Dumbledore waved his wand, and the ashes on the ground shrank into a ball. Orlando could sense a faint soul beating in the ashes.Dumbledore put it back in the bird's nest on the gilded perch, and then said: "Fox is a phoenix. When a phoenix is ​​about to die, it will burn itself and then regenerate from the ashes. When you saw it, it happened to be When it reaches nirvana.”

Orlando and Harry looked up just in time to see a tiny, wrinkled baby bird poking its head out of the ashes.

"It's a pity you had to see him on Nirvana Day," said Dumbledore, sitting down behind the desk. "He was very beautiful most of the time. Covered in amazing red and gold feathers, the phoenix They are really strange and fascinating creatures. They can carry extremely heavy loads, their tears have healing properties, and they make incredibly loyal pets."

Being teased by Dumbledore, Harry forgot about his nervousness and was no longer so hesitant.

"Thank you, Orlando. I heard from Professor McGonagall that you stopped a group riot in time. I have to say that Nico has taken on a good apprentice."

"Thank you for the compliment, Professor. I think this is what I should do. After all, I am the assistant professor of Hogwarts nominated by you personally."

"I think this is the most correct decision I have ever made, Orlando." Dumbledore said with a smile.